How Soon We Forget
I'm wondering around what used to be
downtown wet and feeling cold and kinda feeling old,
I'm walking around and I can almost hear the sound
of everyone I've known and all the people I've seen get up and go.
And there's nothing left to say when I look at friends and see how they've changed.
I kinda wish that it was years ago.
It's another missed connection,
another friend headed in the right direction?
Maybe it's the wrong one and when it's all said and done,
I don't think anybody knows and it goes to show that I'm lost at the edge of 18,
keep losing track of what
downtown wet and feeling cold and kinda feeling old,
I'm walking around and I can almost hear the sound
of everyone I've known and all the people I've seen get up and go.
And there's nothing left to say when I look at friends and see how they've changed.
I kinda wish that it was years ago.
It's another missed connection,
another friend headed in the right direction?
Maybe it's the wrong one and when it's all said and done,
I don't think anybody knows and it goes to show that I'm lost at the edge of 18,
keep losing track of what
Early Morning Blues And Greens
By Diane Hilderbrand and Jack Keller
A distant night bird mocks the sun.
I wake as I have always done,
To freshly scented sycamore
And cold bare feet on hardwood floor.
My steaming coffee warms ny face
I'm diappointed in the taste.
But there's a peace the early brings
The morning world of growing things.
[Instrumental]
I feel the moments hurry on
It was today, it's died away,
And now it is forever gone.
And I will drink my coffee slow
And I will watch my shadow grow
And disappear in firelight
And sleep alone again tonight.